Home is my happy place. Home is my center. Home is my safe haven.
Brad and I had a discussion last night about how important that is to both of us. We are both homebodies. Nesters. I don't often make plans, and when I do, I dread it all day. I always have a great time when I'm out, but by default I like to be home drinking tea, tending to my plants and chillin' with my boos.
It's been so important to me to have a home filled with all that inspires, all that nourishes. We have a shelf full of drawing paper, coloring books, design books and colored pencils. We keep a bin of sharpies on our shelf. We display all our most precious knickknacks. And of course, we have a cabinet full of candles.
Home is also like a constantly evolving art project for me. Growing up I always changed around my room, painted murals on the walls, and used my space as an extension of a canvas. I've never been good at keeping to one artistic discipline. I love curating home decor and especially incorporating pieces that have been handmade by the creative people I adore. I love doodling. Occasionally I'll paint. Sometimes I'll also play paper florist and construct some giant paper flowers. Bringing a space to life might be my one true art form.
Truth be told though - I was 100% not sold on this apartment when we moved into it. We were at a time of change in our lives and downsizing to save money was the responsible thing to do. We visited three times before we moved in. It wasn't until after we had settled in, I had whipped out some paint cans and we purged our belongings did this space feel like a home we could stay in. And now that we're all nested in, I'm in love.
I'm hoping to share more corners of my nest over the next few weeks or months. Come back for a visit. Sundays are best.